by AqueenPassing

I have caressed mountains
and received rivers of living water
upon my amble breast
Speaking with a blue voice
and pink eyes that cry crystal hearts
in the silent night
I have arched the back of men
planting seeds of life and truth
while withering the weeds that
stump the growth
I have danced in the veins of anger
and spit out the green horns of envy
I have cast my fishing rod of love
In ponds that no fish have swam and
dreams appear desolate
Scratching at the spine of truth I stare
through closed windows knowing this
time is not mine but the realization
shudders the twilight leaving traces
of my loneliness.

Waiting by AqueenPassing

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